A Midwesterner and a Texan settling into life in the mountains of East Tennessee with a whole passel of kids. And the chaos that ensues....

Sunday, October 26, 2008

11 weeks

Tess is 11 weeks old today, which is almost 12 weeks, which is basically 3 months. Wow! How did she get to be that old already? I remember the day she was born. No really, I remember it, vividly. Somehow, that little red, sleepy girl, became this curious, cuddly, yummy little chub.

We painted some pumpkins yesterday while the big boys were off helping Grandma. I think it was just a practice session since the little people got a wee bit crazy with the paint and ended up with black pumpkins. Tess was content to watch from her bouncy seat.

Although she did paint one pumpkin.

I'm a superstar!

And then, as if that wasn't amazing enough, she attempted to defy gravity by pooping upwards instead of, you know, the normal way.

She had a blowout clear up her back, which seemed to amuse her.

I didn't think it was funny, but she thought it was hilarious.

Off to the bathtub we went, and since Tatum splattered black paint on her face, and I don't have a baby bathtub, she went too.

It is pretty convenient, since this baby bather just hands me the baby after she's clean. No more rinsing out the annoying baby tub or finding somewhere to store the darn thing.